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Coffee Shops and Cameras
Chapter 10
Days passed by slowly but without a dull moment. Being in the Hitachiin house was like a long surreal dream. I was forever in awe of that family, with their glamorous lifestyle that I just couldn't keep up with. The morning after mine and Hikaru's trip to the mall, Yuzuha had taken me down to one of her studios to look over some upcoming projects, she was almost ready to start constructing them, apart from 2 outfits she was yet to get down on paper. And so we spent the whole morning working on them in my new sketchbook; and I had to say, I did pretty damn good for a beginner.
For the following days Hikaru and I saw each other in passing mostly, we did take a few hours a day to go over appropriate answers to questions that may be asked during his interview - but aside from that we didn't see an awful lot of each other. I was so focused on Yuzuha that honestly there wasn't a lot of time for anything but dinner and bed after the design work.
By Saturday I was exhausted, without an ounce of energy left in my system. I laid in bed, eyes sealed shut, my chest rising and falling sedately as I drifted off to sleep, the room pitch black from the night sky outside the crack in the curtains. As I felt myself falling into unconsciousness the sound of groaning brought me back.
My eyes flew open and my eyebrows furrowed.
Did I hear something?
Then the sound echoed again, this time a loud "No" coming from behind the wall of my headboard. Was that Hikaru? He shouted again, followed by a tired groan and the sound of turning in his sheets.
After that I worked out what was happening. My Dad used to have nightmares every night after Mom died, I'd spend hours listening to him roll and toss in his bed next door, shouting her name and crying into his pillow.
Hikaru made some more illegible sounds, louder and more frantic than before, and I found myself climbing out of bed and heading for the hallway outside my room. I was wide awake by this point, and pawed my way through the darkness, following the sounds.
I thought about going down the hallway and finding Kaoru, but other than the sounds coming from Hikaru's room - the house seemed dead silent. It must have been around 2am, I didn't want to wake anyone...
I'll just see if he's okay. Maybe I can calm him down without waking him up?
The grunting and shouting got louder as I approached the closed door of Hikaru's bedroom, his breathing sounded ragged and painful, and his voice was sleepy and afraid. I could feel my heart accelerating as my palm touched the door handle.
"H...Hikaru?" I stuttered, my voice no more than a whisper.
No reply. No surprise.
I opened the door slowly, entering the dark, stuffy room. At first I couldn't see anything, nothing but black and the slight outline of a bed. My eyes took some time to adjust, but I could still hear the sounds of Hikaru's distress, which led me towards his tossing form. I could see him rolling his head back and forth, his arms lashing and his hands balled into fists. A fleeting thought entered my head - thinking, I shouldn't be here, I should just go back to bed and forget I heard anything. But seeing Hikaru there...vulnerable, pure and real. It made me yearn for him.
"Hikaru" I said again, trying to keep my tone calm and controlled.
"No" Hikaru panted, "No, no" his arm flew to the side and slammed down onto the pillow on his right, leaving an angry dent in the soft cushion.
My feet carried me closer, until I was beside him, looking down at him as he lay - his face furrowed in angst. I sat on the mattress at his side, feeling so wrong about what I was doing.
"Hikaru?"
"No, no"
"Hika" I reached out, resting my hand on his forehead, he was hot and sweaty, I could practically feel his heavy pulse under his skin, "It's just a dream, wake up"
"Dream..." he panted, "Dream? No..."
"Yes" I said, "It's just a dream, it's not real"
"Not...real"
"Wake up" I urged, my fingers now taking on a mind of their own as they stroked his sweat soaked brow.
"No...no...can't...real..."
"Open your eyes" I spoke softly, "Just open your eyes and it'll be over..."
"Over" he clenched his teeth, his eyes squeezed shut almost painfully. Then suddenly, with a low growl he threw his arms towards me. His hands thrust against my shoulders, throwing me backwards until my back fell against the crumpled sheets of his bed. I let out a strangled yelp, and before I could process what was happening, Hikaru was hovering above me, pinning me down. His eyes were wide and his breathing came in laboured pants as he pressed his nose to mine.
"H..Hikaru?" I croaked, unsure if he was awake or not. My heart was hammering against his chest, and I could feel my tongue swelling in my mouth - making it hard to breath naturally. It didn't help that he was awkwardly positioned between my legs, and he was...flush against me.
But he just stared at me. At first he didn't seem to recognise me. His eyes blazed with fear and anger, his jaw was locked and teeth were bared. Then slowly, he began to blink, and with each one the cover of rage cleared little by little, until his expression became confused and...well, confused.
"Haruhi?" He questioned, his eyes darted around the room suspiciously, before his gaze went back to meet mine, "Wh...what...?"
"You were ha-having a nightmare..." I strained, "I heard you and came in to make sure you were okay..."
His eyes were questioning me, but gradually he seemed to slowly understand. Then I saw his gaze begin to wander as he studied my face that was barely an inch from his, then he began trailing down my neck, across my bare collarbone that peaked out of my black tank top, and further south to my-
"You're kind of...crushing me" I said, causing him to stop his confused exploration.
"Huh?"
"You're...on top of me...and you're not exactly light"
Hikaru furrowed his eyebrows, then looked down at our bodies, pressed against one another. He /was/ heavy, his body was muscled and hard against my own, pushing me deep into the mattress underneath us. His form was hot, and shirtless, and glistened with a sheer sheen of sweat, and his tensed and toned arms were either side of my head, hands balled into fists in the covers. He looked so...sooo...tantalising.
After a moment he let out a sound as if he'd only just realised the position we were in, then scurried off me in panic as if I were on fire or something.
"Fuck!" He blurted.
I quickly sat up, smoothing down my hair and straightening my tank top, fully aware of Hikaru's eyes on me the whole time.
"I'm sorry" I said, "you just sounded so...freaked out. I wanted to make sure you were alright. When I tried to wake you up you sort of...threw yourself at me"
"Right" Hikaru grunted, lowering his face into his palm, "Sorry...I'm fine now"
"Uh...don't worry...it's okay" I replied nervously. I studied Hikaru's expression as he raked his hand into his tousled auburn hair, he wasn't acting as the usual up-his-own-ass Hikaru, he was more twitchy and...dare I say embarrassed? Did Hikaru Hitachiin even get embarrassed? "What were you dreaming about?" I asked.
He scowled slightly, "Nothing you need to worry about"
"It sounded frightening"
"You shouldn't have been listening"
"Was kind of hard, my bed is only on the other side of that wall" I pointed at the space behind Hikaru's head. Where my bed was positioned in my bedroom made mine and Hikaru's headboards basically back to back. Meaning I could hear practically anything he said or did from in his room.
With his usual bitter expression now safely back in place, Hikaru rose from the bed and moved across the room towards the adjoining balcony. He threw back the curtains and opened the glass doors, letting in a stream of moonlight and a cooling breeze. In the glowing light, his bare back glistened with sweat, highlighting every contour, muscle and dimple in his body. I could only stare in awe from the mattress where I remained motionless, as he breathed in the fresh air and stared out at the estate garden.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked.
"What do you think?"
I shrugged, "I think it would be a good idea"
"You shouldn't pry into business that doesn't concern you. It was a dream, nothing more"
"Hikaru" I sighed, "You were shouting...you were saying no to something-"
"Why did you even come in here?" He interrupted, turning on his heel to glare at me. For a moment his eyes lingered on me, I had shuffled closer to the doors so I was now positioned sitting on my knees at the edge of the bed, looking over at him with curiosity. His expression faltered for a moment, softening as his eyes trailed down my face and studied me as I sat on his bed. It was that moment I realised how strange the situation was.
What was I doing?
I was sitting on his bed in the dead of night, wearing a black spaghetti strapped tank top and shorts. Why? Why was I still there?
I cleared my throat and climbed up off the bed, running my hand into my short tangled hair as I fought to look away from Hikaru standing there shirtless and toned like a Greek god.
"I just...I just wanted to see if you were o...okay" I stammered.
I dared myself to look up at him, crossing an arm across my body uncomfortably. For a moment he remained glaring, but as seconds passed the hard cold stare left his eyes and an exhale of defeat slipped past his lips.
"Well...thanks..." he breathed, "It was...kind of you to...check on me..."
Wow. Did Hikaru Hitachiin just...thank me?
Slowly, he started walking towards me, his bare feet barely making a sound on the rug beneath him as he approached. Nothing was said until he stopped about half a foot away from me, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his skin and hear the sound of his masculine husky breath passing through his teeth.
"You look...different..." he said in a confused tone, his eyebrows furrowing in the middle.
I followed his gaze, which trailed down over my pyjamas.
They were plain black, nothing special. Nothing interesting. Just summer pyjamas to keep me cool in the night.
"For once, you're actually quite attractive" he mumbled.
I made a face, "Hikaru are you...feeling okay?"
"Just fine" he murmured, seeming to only pay half attention to what I'd said. His eyes were hooded and hungry in the pale moonlight, his tongue darting out briefly to moisten his lips. My breath caught in my throat as the illumination from the open balcony doors seemed to light him in a dusky blue aura, glistening over every muscle on his perfectly chiselled body.
Is it hot in here or is it just me?
"Well um...I guess I'll...see you in the morning" I cleared the lump in my throat.
What's come over me? I've seen plenty of men before.
Don't stare at him!
I made a move to leave but Hikaru surprised me as a smirk tugged at his lip. It felt as if he could sense my uncomfortableness, like he could feel that he had more composure than I did, and he enjoyed it. He really enjoyed it.
"Are you feeling alright Haruhi?" He said, failing at disguising the triumphant tone in his voice.
"I'm fine" I replied, trying so hard to keep my voice from cracking.
"You sure about that?" He stepped closer, so I could inhale his intoxicating masculine scent. His smirk only grew as he raised his hand to lift my chin. I could feel my eyes go wide and my breathing turn audibly ragged.
He was playing with me. He knew he was holding the reins, and he was getting off on it.
"Wha...what are you do-doing?" I stammered.
He slowly leaned in close, his breath tickling my lower lip. Then he smiled confidently, "Thanking you of course" he said huskily.
I almost leaned it to meet him. Almost. He was after all, stunning. He was male perfection, every muscle, freckle and dimple. The way his jaw squared, the perfect swell of his lips. Even his scent was hypnotic.
But he's a dick, I reminded myself. He could be the most irresistible man on earth (which he honestly could be) and that wouldn't change the fact that inside...he was ugly. The way he treated people, was ugly. And the way he spoke to me, was ugly. And the way he made his family feel, was hideous.
He's playing you. That's all. He's trying to take control.
With a quick swerve, I stepped back, creating a large distance between us. Hikaru almost looked disappointed, but he still seemed pretty pleased with himself. I raised my chin defiantly.
"You'll have to be more creative than that to make me forget my position here" I said sternly, "I'm the teacher, you're the student"
"I have no idea what you're talking about" he crossed his arms and arched a perfect eyebrow.
"I'll see you in the morning" I replied, ignoring how infuriated his actions had made me, "early"
I didn't give him time to draw me in with another quip, and instead turned and left the room, making sure to tightly shut the door behind me. Once back in my room I collapsed onto the bed, and let out the breath I'd been holding for what felt like hours.
Cocky beautiful bastard.
HIKARU
As Hikaru buttoned up his navy blue shirt in the mirror, he couldn't help but notice he'd been smiling a lot more that morning. He couldn't help himself, he'd finally found a weakness in his new teacher, a way of turning the tables, a way she couldn't be in control. His mind replayed the image of her that night, wearing those tight little shorts and that strappy tank top. She was mouth watering when she showed off the silhouette of her body, it would never cease to surprise him what she hid under those baggy clothes. Those long legs, curvy hips, tight waist and petite firm breasts...
But that wasn't the point. She lost her grip on the situation. She fell out of control.
"Finally, a weakness" he smirked to himself. He looked at his Rolex, 7am, on the dot, and chuckled. She wanted early? She was getting early.
Without even considering knocking, he made his way into Haruhi's room. The curtains were drawn, and aside from the faded glow of the sunrise outside, the room was cloaked in darkness. He heard the muffled sound of snoring before he saw her.
And wow, was she a restless sleeper or what?
Covers and sheets were tangled around her, wrapped around her legs and mid drift. Her upper half was uncovered, her strappy tank top twisted around her, and bunched - revealing her navel and toned stomach. Her delicious...creamy...smooth stomach... Arms were flung out in all directions, one bent covering her face and the other buried somewhere under a pillow.
Such elegance and grace...Hikaru thought sarcastically to himself.
Hikaru had seen and shared beds with many sleeping women, but he was more accustomed to leaving without waking them, not the other way round. As he stood there, he struggled to think of a way to stir her. Then his eyes clocked a cushion lying by his feet, with a shrug he picked it up - stared at it for a second, then threw it at her, hitting the arm that shielded her face.
Nothing happened for a few seconds, but then a groan echoed from the bed, and Haruhi's legs curled up to her chest, and she turned with a roll.
"Wake up" Hikaru said.
"Mmmgo awwheyy" her groggy voice mumbled into the sheets.
"Woman. Get up"
"Mmmuck owfff"
"I'm sorry?"
Haruhi didn't repeat herself, instead she held up her middle finger in his direction.
"You're the one who wanted to be up early" Hikaru teased, "Get dressed, I have plans"
Haruhi grumbled something that sounded like an insult before flopping onto her back and finally prying open her eyes.
"You? You made plans?" She yawned loudly.
"Don't sound too shocked, I am capable of simple organisation" Hikaru replied.
Haruhi looked at him with disbelief and Hikaru couldn't hold back the chuckle rising in his chest. Haruhi's bed hair was something to behold. Her short bob was tangled on one side, making her look lopsided, and strands fell down onto her forehead, camouflaging her tired rimmed eyes. She looked almost...cute. A word Hikaru had never used to describe a woman in his life.
"10 minutes" Hikaru said.
Haruhi let out a sound that resembled the growl of a bear cub, before burying her head under the sheets once more.
"There are plenty more cushions I can use" Hikaru crossed his arms.
"I'm getting up" Haruhi murmured.
"10 minutes"
"Fine"
20 minutes later, Haruhi emerged from her room to see Hikaru stood in the hallway, arms crossed, shoes tied, staring at her with a cocky smile. Haruhi seemed to have pulled a brush through half of her hair and thrown on an ill-fiitting 'Runaways' band t-shirt, a pair of black skinny jeans, and dark rimmed glasses. She looked like a hungover college student the morning after a hobo costume party.
"No" Hikaru said bluntly, "Hell no"
Haruhi looked confused, as if she had no idea why he'd have a problem with the way she was dressed.
"No way am I going to be seen with..." he gestured to her, "...this"
"Wow" Haruhi scowled, "You really have a way with women"
"So I've been told"
"I'm not getting changed"
"Actually you are"
"No, actually, I'm not"
Hikaru gave her a challenging look. She was being extra moody this morning, and it gave him a sick sense of confidence. She was bothered by what happened the night before, he could see it in the way she avoided his eyes, she was trying to rein him back in, trying to take control again. Well, Hikaru had a new tactic, and he knew there was nothing Haruhi could do other than provoke him further. He didn't like this game of tug of war at first, but now he'd changed the rules.
"Where we're going, I need you dressed...appropriately"
Haruhi rolled her eyes, "These jeans are appropriate for everything"
"They have a guacamole stain on the crotch"
Haruhi looked down and frowned, "Point taken..."
"We'll stop at the mall on the way" Hikaru said, "Get your shoes on"
"Where exactly are we going?" Haruhi asked cautiously.
Hikaru grinned, "You'll see"
"Stop figetting" Hikaru repeated for the fifth time that drive. Haruhi wiggled in the passenger seat, adjusting the spaghetti straps of her new dress.
"I wouldn't be figetting if it didn't feel like my organs were being moved around in my body" Haruhi grumbled, "I think I can feel my stomach in my ribcage"
Hikaru rolled his eyes at her complaint, and subtly looked at her out the corner of his eye. She looked unbelievable. The dress was a deep teal colour, suede and smooth, it shaped every curve down to her knees, and cupped her petite breasts with small elegant cups leading up to thin spaghetti straps. Yes, it was tight, so tight...she couldn't hide her figure in a dress like that. And not only did her body look amazing, but so did her face. He'd managed to get her a brief appointment with a hairstylist and make up artist at a salon to tease out her brunette hair and brighten her hazel eyes. And upon reflection, he almost regretted it, there would be men where they were going, and unless they were blind, there would be no way he'd be able to control the looks she would get.
Wait, why did he care?
He didn't give a shit who looked at her. Even though she was dressed like a supermodel, she was still a plain big mouthed brat with an attitude problem underneath. And there was nothing attractive about that...right?
"Couldn't you have chosen flat shoes?" Haruhi murmured.
"Flats wouldn't go with the outfit"
"But I'm assuming wherever we're going you'd like me to walk?"
"Well I'm certainly not carrying you"
Haruhi raised an eyebrow and looked at him, "Then expect these expensive shoes to turn up in the trash, because I'm not breaking my neck today"
"Can't you just accept the expensive gift like every other woman?"
"No" Haruhi replied, "I don't want an expensive gift"
"Don't be ridiculous, everyone likes gifts"
"Not me" Haruhi scoffed, "After today you can have this organ crusher back"
"Come on, admit it" Hikaru chuckled, "Don't you feel just a little bit sexy in that dress?"
"I don't need to feel sexy thank you" Haruhi scowled, "Are you going to tell me where we're going?"
"We're almost there, don't get your panties in a twist" Hikaru focused on the road ahead, using all his will power to avoid looking over at the slender brunette beauty beside him. They arrived at the high rise skyscraper 10 minutes later, pulling in the the parking lot underneath and killing the engine. Hikaru then turned to Haruhi with a smirk.
"Ready?"
"Are you going to kill me?" Haruhi teased.
"No, we're going to work"
"You sure you wouldn't prefer killing me?"
Hikaru rolled his eyes.
"Shame" Haruhi sighed.
HARUHI
I pulled at the underwire of the teal dress for the 100th time since leaving the car, trying to suck in a comfortable breath with no success. Even though Hikaru had demanded I wear something 'high fashion' and 'appealing' I was willing to fight him to the death over my grey hoodie, which I now currently wore over the dress - zipped up to my chin to hide the revealing nature of the designer gown I wouldn't typically be caught dead in.
We were walking down a long white corridor, glass walls either side of us as we headed towards an open space where the sunlight from the city shone in. I could hear voices and laughter, along with the creaking sound of equipment being moved or put together from behind the turn in the wall, and instinctively covered myself with my arms folded, hugging my hoodie closer to myself.
"What is this place?" I grit my teeth nervously.
"Work" Hikaru replied, leading the way as we came to the end of the corridor. The floor plan opened up into a huge plain space, where 2 women and 3 men stood together talking, holding various forms of photography equipment in mid construction, tripods, lights, backdrops, even a hair and make up station in the corner where a man with long blonde hair tied in a bun stood staring at his phone. There wasn't a lot in the place of furniture, just one electric blue love seat, a free standing potted plant, and a glass coffee table.
As we entered, all eyes darted to us in curiosity, and the room visually tensed.
"Mr Hitachiin" a woman dressed in a cream pants suit greeted, her tone cautious and unsteady, "You're early"
"Is that a problem?" Hikaru replied curtly.
"N-no not at all" she shook her head, "We just need to finish setting up. Would you like a coffee or tea? We'll be as quick as we can, it's not a problem" her words came out in a rush, it reminded me of the way I used to talk myself out of trouble with Dad when I came home after curfew. For a minute I was confused as to why she seemed so on edge, but then I remembered; Hikaru was a nightmare to work with. That was why I'd been asked to help him, because no one likes working with him.
Maybe Hikaru had thought about this? Maybe that was why he'd dragged me out here. At least it seemed he was working with me now...
"Coffee" Hikaru said, not being polite enough to even look her in the eye.
"Hikaru" I hissed in response, outraged by his blatant rudeness.
"You want one too?" He said. I could only look back at him in disbelief, "And one for my associate" he nodded back at the woman who looked as if she had a huge lump in her throat.
"Yes, right away Mr Hitachiin" she bowed, then quickly grabbed the attention of a younger man who seemed to be an assistant of sorts, and practically threw him out of the room.
"I can't believe you spoke to her like that" I grumbled under my breath, as the crew went back to assembling the equipment, "Look at her, she's terrified"
"She's here to do a job. She'll be paid no matter how I treat her" Hikaru replied, shoving his hands in his pockets and wandering over to the hair and make up station.
"What exactly is this place?" I asked.
"Photoshoot. Kaoru couldn't come with me so lucky you"
"Lucky me? Seriously?"
"A lot of people would kill to be in your position"
"I can't say I derive any pleasure from watching you treat your employees like dirt"
"It's the fashion industry" Hikaru chuckled, "Get used to it, it's your business now too"
I sighed in exasperation, and watched as he settled down in the seat at the vanity table. The blonde man who had been immersed in his cell phone up until that moment suddenly dropped the device and ran to his side.
"So...what exactly are you modelling?" I asked Hikaru as I perched down on the arm of the loveseat beside the station.
"Jeans" Hikaru replied.
"Your Mom's?"
"Obviously"
"Will she be joining us?"
He shrugged, "I'm sure she'll show up to check on things. She has a busy schedule today"
Conversation died out after that, so instead of watching Hikaru get his hair played with, I looked around the room nosily. When the assistant came back with our coffees I politely thanked him, then apologised for Hikaru's behaviour. At first he and the woman who appeared to be in charge seemed surprised, but visibly relaxed at my statement.
"I'm so sorry but I didn't catch your name" the woman said.
"Haruhi" I smiled, "Haruhi Fujioka"
"I'm Renge Houshakuji" she smiled in reply, "I'm Mrs Hitachiin's creative director"
"Oh wow" I beamed in interest.
She shrugged, "It has its perks, and of course some..." her eyes flickered over to Hikaru, "...challenges"
I frowned with a sigh, "Truly, I'm sorry about him"
"Why are you apologising for him?" Renge chuckled.
"My new job" I smirked. What exactly would you call it? Life coach? Therapist? Babysitter? For the last few days I'd felt like all of the above.
"Job?" Renge questioned.
"Yes" I nodded, "I'm Hikaru's-"
"Assistant" Hikaru interrupted loudly, breaking my train of thought. Both Renge and I looked at him, surprised to discover he'd been eavesdropping on our conversation, "Miss Fujioka is Mom's new design artist, and whilst she settles into the role - she'll be playing the part of my assistant"
Assistant? I could feel the scoff rising in my throat. The arrogant bastard was labeling me as the doting assistant for the day? Where did he get off stating such bullshit? I could only assume he was embarrassed by the fact that his Mom had hired me to give him a slap on the wrist every time he acted like a prick. Hell, he should be embarrassed.
"But mostly I'm here to make sure you behave yourself" I quipped back defiantly.
Renge snickered, "Sounds like exactly the kind of assistant he needs" she said quietly so only I could hear. I smirked, I could tell she and I would get along famously.
Hikaru had stopped listening by this point, and had turned back to the vanity mirror. Renge began to busy herself across the room, she seemed to be whispering about something and glancing over at Hikaru. The hairstylist, who's name I learned was Masuto, continued raking various products through Hikaru's unruly auburn hair, and not once did he look up from his phone. I wondered what he expected me to do, since all I felt like doing was stepping out from a cigarette. Instead I sat on the edge of the couch next to the vanity table and chewed my nails.
After a while, the camera crew were just about finished setting up, and the room suddenly felt small and crowded with all the equipment and people wandering around with cameras, lights and clipboards. The backdrop was plain white and took up 50% of the room, and as the shutters were lowered to give the room a more concentrated light on the photoshoot stage, the room only felt smaller.
"Ready when you are" Masuto suddenly said, interrupting my exploration of the room. I looked back at the men, trying not to let my mouth fall open as I took a good look at Hikaru. Usually his hair was mused and unkempt, but after all the product and styling he now looked like some 1930's gangster. Dangerous and sexy. I gulped and wrapped my arms around my hoodie, feeling my blood begin to boil. Masuto passed him a long plastic wrapped garment on a hanger, through the clear sheet I could see that he held an expensive pair of dark blue jeans, a bold 'YH' embroidered in white thread along the waistband.
Hikaru pulled the plastic away and unclipped the hanger. For a moment he studied them, then dropped them for a moment to unbutton his shirt.
"Wha...what are you doing?" I stammered.
"Getting ready" he grumbled.
"B..but...you're modelling jeans and you're-" he threw his shirt aside then began unzipping his pants, "Woah!" I blurted, averting my eyes, "Isn't there a...a changing room? A dark corner or something?"
"Why waste time going all the way across the floor?" he said innocently. The sound of a belt buckle hitting the floor made me ball up my fist as I found myself unsure of what to do with my hands out of pure awkwardness.
"Can I look now?" I hissed.
"Yeah" He replied.
I let out a sigh and turned back, "Oh my good god!" I snapped, "I meant 'are you dressed yet?'"
Hikaru laughed darkly at my reaction. He was stood there in only a pair of shapely black boxers, his hard muscular legs bare and toned, his torso and abs on full display. My breath caught in my throat and it took me several long moments to rip my eyes away.
"You're drooling" he smirked.
"I'm not. Now get dressed"
I heard the sound of heavy material, and a zipper being pulled upwards, I counted to 10 after that, then turned around to see him. He was wearing the jeans now, but still...no shirt.
"You appear to be only half dressed" I raised an eyebrow.
"It's a denim line" he replied, "There aren't too many denim tees"
"So now what?" I shrugged.
"Now. You put this on" he grabbed something else from inside the plastic clothes protector where he'd pulled his jeans out of, and threw it to me. It landed in my arms in a messy heap.
"What do you mean...put this on...?" I held the garment out straight, holding out the ¾ length sleeves, and concluded that it was a short dark blue denim jacket. I stared at Hikaru wide eyed, "Hikaru..."
He crossed his big, muscular arms, and a large smile spread across his lips, "Welcome to the business babe"